[1st verse]
[Brotha Lynch Hung]
I'm one of the last sicc n***as that you herd thus far
You can bump me at your crib but while you off that nitro in your car
So I don't have to say that I'ma super star
But if you get high than you can feel me no matter who you are
Well I got medevil but I had to leave'em weak n***as alone
Situation dirty skweaky clean brotha lynch hung
That's right I gots to have my weed lord knows I'ma feind
b**h n***a don't respect me 45 for the peicsh n***a please
I been spendin "G's" hold up n***a freeze
Come up off that weed cause you den f**ed around and went up on me
I want the whole zip lock full of shamrock
And if you ditch it in yo pocket I'ma heat the heat and leave you in a
Meat lock
Now thats my knock heats to the side wit the mask on
I'ma give you 15 percent so if you need to get yo blast on
And that's a fat zone thats's a good start
You can sac off in the sevice take it to the heart
I'ma lil n***a thinkin big
Cut off yo nuts and leave you screamin like a starved pig
Hold you hostage in yo crib
Plan the whole stuation out so I got first dibs
Now bigga than life is how I comin out
Rigorous and vigorous you n***as know what I'm talkin bout
I want cheese and lettuce in my wallet so fetish
And I'ma gonna break through like Jerome Bettis pro status
All this time I got ryhme on my mind every dime
I spend it on some weed and some studio time
Drink O-E out the mickeys big mouth
My point is I be in the cut trying to keep these snakes out my house
[Brotha Lynch Hung talking]
You know I push I push play on brain one day
And it played back some sh** some sh** containing (some sh**
Containing)
Snakes (snakes)
I mean talk to me (serpants)
[2nd verse]
[Brotha Lynch Hung]
I'm one of the last sicc n***as that you herd thus far
You can bump me at your crib but while you off that nitro in your car
So I don't have to say that I'ma super star
But if you get high than you can feel me no matter who you are
n***a now I sh** lyrics but I can't use'em
Have yo son trippin Brotha Lynch Hungs loopin (loopin)
They be off that bottle talkin bout Brotha Lynch be talkin bout
Sicc sh** I herd he ate his mama out
Now how this motherf**er gone write some sh** bout the Brotha Lynch
Hung
Cause he k**in in his song
He say that n***a sh** tight but he ain't sh**
He say god is my witness I herd he f** them b**hes
Which is suppose to be wrong criticizin my love song
You get the rope f**in wit the Brotha Lynch Hung
Wrong information make atemadation
Catch you on yo weed high (catch you on yo weed high)
Tow you up like a pitch been
Feelin dick hard when you betta get yo b**hed in it gets thin
And I'm off this Black &Mild sh**
Tall Cannon told me its smooth and now I'm buyin boxes of it
Tryin to relax and deal wit these taxes
Cause they be at my checks wit them axes twenty sac's
In the back seat I'm licenseless
Hope motherf**in baby mama ain't no shisty b**h
She wanna publish ah-ight thats cool
She want some other sh** get that hydro tube
n***as always think I talk about'em because I talk sh**
My worst nightmare was k**in my b**h for tryin to get my grits
I'm like Marc Spits I swim a channel for my sh**
And watch your heart split I'm doing damage to yo b**h (doing damage
To yo Bee-yotch)
And whlie your heart switch
You betta remember where you came from b**h
[another voice]
Know what I'm saying can't even get caught up-nitro hit
Staring at the holic til they got'em on sicc
Is ya'll n***as really even listening
For real doe is ya'll n***as even really listening
Whatever the f** whatever the f**